Farmhouse Green Plum

Chapter 639 News

Although some patients are not born with epilepsy, her experience shows that most of them have congenital factors.

On this basis, acquired emotional imbalance, improper diet or excessive work and rest, as well as other diseases, cause organ imbalance and phlegm blockage, thus causing epilepsy.

Could this congenital factor be related to the broken part of the brain?

If it is broken, it will become one soul with two bodies. If there are other problems, it will easily cause epilepsy?

"Woo~"

A faint whimper of pain brought Song Ying back to her senses. She looked at the beggar, who was slowly calming down, and said to the person holding him, "You can let him go now."

Upon hearing this, several big men loosened their grip and asked, "Baizi, how do you feel?"

"Do you feel better?"

"You've only been ill for less than a quarter of an hour..."

Song Ying took the needle and took his pulse, asking, "How often do you get sick? When was the last time you got sick?"

Laizi wiped the foam from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve and mumbled, "The last time was about half a month ago."

His Adam's apple rolled a few times, and his voice became lower and lower: "Thank you very much for saving my life, doctor. I don't know the consultation fee..."

Song Ying glanced at his tattered jacket, was silent for a moment, and said, "I'm not a doctor. I just learned some medical knowledge from my elders. I don't make a living from this. I happened to meet you today, how could I just watch you die without helping you? Don't mention the consultation fee."

There are very few women studying medicine in the world, so after hearing her say this, no one had any doubts at all.

Laizi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, his smile growing even more grateful: "Oh, just learning a little from the elders, and you've become so powerful. The young lady is very talented!"

The others also praised him, "That's right, even Doctor Du, the best doctor in our town, couldn't make the leprosy patient recover so quickly..."

Song Ying simply smiled at everyone's praise and finished taking his pulse. She said, "You have liver qi stagnation and phlegm flowing with the qi, which has obscured your heart. I'll prescribe a prescription for you. Take seven doses first. If your condition improves, take the prescription to see a doctor and ask him to adjust the prescription for you. You should pay more attention to your mood on a daily basis."

The beggar's face showed bitterness. Life was so difficult for people like them, so how could they have any mood to express themselves?

A clever porter had already borrowed brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone from the bookshop next door, and everyone hurriedly brought over a square elm table. Song Ying rolled up his sleeves and picked up his brush, writing neatly on the paper: 6 qian of tortoise shell, 4 qian of calamus, 4 qian of arisaema, 2 qian of golden scorpion, 4 qian of silkworm…

Each stroke flows smoothly, and the horizontal and vertical lines reveal the style of Han Dynasty steles. Although the porters watching are illiterate, they also know that the characters are good, neat and full of momentum!

Yuan Qing stood aside, watching Song Ying being praised by everyone, from her medical skills to her calligraphy to her appearance and character. They wanted to praise her to the point of flowers blooming. However, she did not blush or feel any nervousness, and was extremely calm. She could not help but pursing her lips and smiling. It turned out that the famous Dr. Song was indeed used to big scenes.

After handing the prescription to Laizi and giving him a few more instructions, Song Ying prepared to leave.

Laizi was very embarrassed and said awkwardly, "My mother's pickled melons are delicious. They are the most authentic on this street. Please wait a moment, benefactor. I will go back and get them."

After saying that, he didn't give Song Ying a chance to speak and turned around and ran home.

Song Ying called out several times but failed to stop him, so he said goodbye to the other porters and left with Yuan Qing.

It was almost the end of the day, so the two of them found a busy restaurant, had lunch with glutinous rice chicken wrapped in lotus leaves, and then planned to go home.

The boat leaves at 5 pm, it will be too late if you don’t go back.

As soon as he walked out of the restaurant, he saw the beggar chasing him, panting. Beads of sweat hung on his forehead, and his coarse cloth shirt was soaked with sweat.

"But... I finally found my benefactor!" He was out of breath and was about to stuff the pottery jar in his arms to Song Ying.

Just as he stretched out his hand, he realized something was wrong and quickly handed it to Yuan Qing. "My mother made these recently. She picked cucumbers from this year's crop. They are sour and refreshing. They are perfect with rice at this time of year."

Faced with such sincere kindness, Song Ying couldn't refuse, so he accepted it with a smile. "It would be disrespectful for me to refuse such a thoughtful gesture. Please thank your mother on my behalf. The aroma of this pickled melon is enough to tell that you put so much thought into it."

Yuan Qing took the pottery jar and was about to say a few polite words when someone suddenly bumped his elbow and the ceramic in his hand almost flew out.

"careful!"

The beggar yelled and stretched out his hand to help hold up the clay pot. His eyes were wide open and he turned around to yell, but when he saw that it was a team of constables in black clothes, he immediately shrank his neck.

After the team of officers had gone far away, he dared to lower his voice and spit: "Bah! Are you rushing to the palace of Hades to reincarnate?"

After a pause, he murmured in confusion, "What are these old men doing at the dock in the middle of the day?"

A peddler carrying a load nearby replied, "Don't you know? The Linqing prefect has died. They must have been transferred there to do some work."

Song Ying and Yuan Qing were shocked and asked the man hurriedly, "When did this happen? How did he die?"

Laizi was also surprised: "How do you know about the official's affairs?"

The peddler put his load on the ground and shook his head proudly. "A good brother of mine works at the county government office. Word has spread everywhere that he got drunk last night, slipped, fell into his own pond and drowned. The servants only found him this morning."

Song Ying frowned. This was not right. Judging from Wang Zhizhou's face, he was not a person who loved drinking. After they left yesterday, there was no need for him to accompany the guests.

Moreover, judging from the banquets in the past few days, although he is not fond of drinking, he can still drink a lot. How much alcohol does he have to drink to get drunk enough to fall into the pond?

Hey, wait, the pond in Wang Mansion seems to be the backyard. What did he do in the backyard after he woke up?

The Wang Mansion is not a small family. There are chamber pots in the bedrooms and maids and servants guarding them. Whether you wake up and feel thirsty and want to drink water, or want to urinate, you don’t need to go to the backyard, right?

Yuan Qing saw the doubt that flashed across her face. After saying goodbye to the beggar and the peddler, on the way to the dock, he asked, "Is there something wrong?"

"Judging from his face, he's not a heavy drinker..."

Song Ying expressed his doubts, and Yuan Qing also had his doubts. As far as he knew, this Magistrate Wang was from Mindi and grew up by the water, so he should be able to swim.

The two looked at each other and saw the answer in each other's eyes - there was probably another hidden story behind Wang Zhizhou's death.

After all, Yuan Qing was just a student and didn't know many things about officialdom. He immediately decided to go back and tell Zhang Renzhi, and let him decide whether to get involved in this matter.

Zhang Renzhi walked with Yu Lingwan at the dock for a while. Seeing that the sun was getting hot, he returned to the boat. After hearing Yuan Qing's words, his eyes narrowed suddenly. "Is this news accurate?"

PS: Make up for what I owed yesterday